One thing I like to take pride in is the fact that I don’t really like to let people do things for me that I could do for myself. Since I was a young buck I wouldn’t even let my mother read me a book, claiming I could read it a lot better. I guess this personality trait has followed me into my twenties seeing as I refused to buy things I know I can create on my own. Like a pair of playful embellished sunnies. This past week at Miss KL, I was able to do a super fun DIY video using a pair of ‘Retro Cry-baby’ Replay sunglassesavailable on the site. I’m really excited about this video project, and will be doing one every 2 weeks. What do you think I should make next time?
Thanks assholes for the reminder. I want this t-shirt, though.
Last week was the Agenda tradeshow, where I let my not-so-inner creep run wild. Of course I was working the whole time, so I kept it rather discrete for the most part. If you’ve never experienced Agenda, then you may not know what you’re missing. Babes by the plenty…like a female utopia where all the men dress better than you do. Le sigh…Don’t mind me. I’m a little too boy crazy for my own good.
I’m not a procrastinator, I promise. However, for some odd reason, I kept these photos tucked away in the deepest crevices of my camera, with no intention of posting…up until now. This calls for a self-given pat on the back for my accomplishment of the day. A month or so ago, my pack of babes (and lonesome boy whom I seldom know), took time out of our busy homebody schedules to visit the last art exhibit held at the Think Tank. I really wish I was paying much more attention to the name of the artist, rather than the boy wearing a dress riding a skateboard. Or maybe I was just distracted by the giant wall of Michale Jackson portraits, which perfectly resembled the America Flag? OR it could have been the up-side-down skate ramp levitated over our heads?
I guess the nights importance can be better described by the Tootsie Pop commercial…
…The world will never know.